Her exuberant display of pleasure had knocked Joan's skirt back up over her belly. She did not bother to sooth it back into place. Instead, as she sipped her wine, she let her brain replay the lurid scene she had witnessed that afternoon.

She remembered how the girl Ellen had had her skirt pushed back from her belly to expose the intriguing triangle of her pussy-hair. She remembered the way the boy had slid his fingers in and out of Ellen's wet pussy… and how at last he had summoned up the courage to replace his fingers with the urgently throbbing shaft of his cock. As she relived the enticing moment when his cock-tip shoved for the first time at the girl's crack, her hands reached for her panties and pushed them all the way down onto her thighs. She felt the warm wash of air on her cunt, still matted from her afternoon's excitement. She left her panties there, reassuring herself that she could pull them back up at a moment's notice. But feeling her greedy pussy naked made her feel very daring and very aroused. She wanted to relish the teasing excitement that made her pussy throb to life. A soft sensual moan escaped from her lips.

More and more wantonly, her fingertips wandered over her smooth taut belly. The alcohol made Joan feel pleasantly aroused without letting her feel guilty for her abandoned behavior. The growing dusk made her feel safe and even more aroused. No one would come by now to interrupt her and nighttime was the time for sensuality, for lusty games far from probing eyes of daylight.

"Mmm Mrs…" she moaned again. And without her even struggling to make the conscious decision, her finger managed to find its way down to the moist slit of her cunt. It prodded her taut clitoris which grew to greater hardness under her touch. Her fingers slipped down to her craving cunt. Her juices flowed so plentifully from her pussy, it seemed almost an accident when her finger slipped right on up into the wet confines of her cunt.